A green house in the avenues

Now when I can't sleep, which is almost every night, I feel lucky, like I've been given a gift almost as large as the imagination.

I open the bedroom door and come downstairs.

When it's warm outside I sit on the front steps and smoke a cigarette, when I used to smoke cigarettes that is, and when it's not warm I make a cup of coffee and sit on the steps as if I'm smoking a cigarette and drinking a cup of coffee at the same time.

Because it's not my house I'd like to live here someday.

And when I do I'll be sure to wave to the neighbors who walk by.